I wanted to take the blindfold away. I dug my nails into my palms instead. Do not screw this up anymore! I heard the vessel clang. My eyebrows pinched...at the sound. He could not possibly..."There, drink." His hand went around my nape and he pushed me down. He'd got me a fucking dog bowl to drink from. I wanted to laugh, but I was smart not to. Today's theme was pushing limits it seemed like. Still, a sip probably wouldn't be bad. I stopped moving for a second. And he stopped too. I wanted to. I have always been self-conscious about my body. I look at the models on the covers of magazines and I cringe. I know there are so many places where I fail to live up to the expectations of the world. I try my best to look good for Matt, but there is only so much that a girl can do.Matt never seems to notice. When I catch him looking at me, I can see that he is very pleased. He often verbalizes and lets me know that he likes what he sees. Do you have any idea what that does for a girls esteem?. Lily leaned on him slightly as if to steady herself from being a bit too drunk, but Mike suspected she was leaning on him perhaps a little more than would be necessary. Whatever the reason he liked feeling her like this and began to feel things he had never felt before, with the exception of his performance as Santa, in the presence of his sister.Back at her place there suddenly seemed to be a tension between them. This tension wasn't like the one between them on New Year's morning. Instead. "I have a plan for this world. There are great riches to be had and I will not be stopped in carrying out that plan, not by you, not by anyone."He stood, and slowly walked around to sit against the front of the desk before me."I'm going to enjoy destroying you. You, I think, are Mab's 'Great White Hope' and it will be so satisfying to have her come grovelling at my feet asking for my mercy once you are gone." He actually made some sickeningly obvious pelvic thrusts as he thought of the image of.